I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

[Warning : This might contain scenes depicting bondage and BDSM. I understand if it's not your cup of tea. Skip it. Otherwise, enjoy XD]

She led the tempo, and he had no choice but to follow. She started using her tongue, invading his mouth and he was powerless to stop her, so she took full advantage, exploring him to her heart's content.

For Sakura, this was a power trip she dreamed about, having Zafron completely at her mercy. The thought alone made her overeager as she pushed her tongue too far, triggering Zafron's gag reflex.

Her first reaction when he tried to pull away was to grab him even tighter, her emboldened predatory instincts seeing him as nothing more than squirming prey now that he was smaller than her. Thankfully for him once she realized his distress, she released his arms and broke the kiss, letting them both take a first full breath in quite a while.

"Just how long is that thing?" Zafron asked between coughs.

"I don't know, let's check," she chuckled, kissing him on the neck, then dragging her tongue up his face, leaving a wet mark. "I think it's long enough," she added, laughing.

"Ugh, gross," he started wiping his face but was taken by surprise as he felt her hand on his crotch.

"Gross, huh? So why are you this hard?" She teased, feeling him through his shorts. "Is someone secretly enjoying himself? Maybe looking forward to what I am going to do to him?"

Zafron opened his mouth to answer, but she quickly placed a single finger on his chin and shut him up.

"Ah ah, you don't get to speak now. Just so you know, I am still mad at you. The last time we trained, you did something to me but you won't admit it. I think someone is forgetting his place and needs a reminder." She pulled his chin up again as he tried to protest, closing his mouth. "See? This again, trying to speak without permission."

She pushed him against a wall and leaned close, enough to feel his breath on her cheek. "Okay, two questions before we continue, serious ones. This is freaking amazing and so far I was doing an okay job at restraining myself, at least in my opinion. But I am so horny I am dripping all over my thighs, and I don't know what will happen once I have you naked. So, do you want to give it a go?"

It took him a few heartbeats to nod his head.

Sakura purred into his ear seeing that, pressing her chest against him even harder, pinning him to the wall. "That's a good little mouse, I knew you wanted this."

Zafron almost chuckled. 'Little mouse? Because she was a catgirl' he was slightly regretting letting her take the reins but if there was one thing Calista had been saying before he strategically signed her offline, it was "Give room for Adventure to take place". And well...he was adventuring alright.

Unknown to him however, this was a nickname that a certain someone used for her when he was in control, and it always irritated her when he did, but now she understood the appeal. "One last question before we start, and once we do you are mine until I decide otherwise. Do you know the safeword?"

"Safeword?" He muttered.

"Ankles..." She said hurriedly.

This time he barely had the chance to get the picture clear before she kissed him again, her tongue forcing its way inside until it almost reached his throat. She gave him a few seconds before she cautiously pressed further. She didn't want to go too far, just enough for him to worry if she would.

It didn't take long for him to try to push her away, but she easily pinned his arms to his sides, taking absolute delight in his hopeless struggle to break free.

'I mean...I could break free but she doesn't know this,' Zafron let his thought stray for a moment seeing the look on her face, she seemed genuinely happy to be in control and he didn't want to ruin it for her.

But as fun as it was, any more of that foreplay and she would start dripping onto the floor. Zafron only managed a quick yelp before she grabbed him by the waist and swung him over her shoulder.

"Hey, careful now," he sounded equally worried and impressed.

"Hush, you," For the first time in her life, she had to lean down not to hit her head on the doorframe. Even the road back to her room was quicker, each step taking her twice as far as before. Once inside she thanked herself again for having problems staying in one place while asleep, which convinced her to buy a much larger bed that she needed.

She almost threw Zafron onto the mattress, but at the last moment got worried if the bed frame could handle that and lost balance, resulting in them both falling. The wooden frame creaked but otherwise seemed to be fine.

"If you are trying to kill me, can you do it after the sex?" Zafron joked.

"Still running your mouth?" Sakura crawled closer, sliding her hands under his shirt, pulling it off, and throwing it away. "Don't tell me that being the weaker one turned you into a brat? But keep going, see how it ends."

"Is the big kitty trying to scare me?"

"I don't have to." She grabbed his hands and pinned them to his chest before leaning down to whisper into his ear. "You know what I think? You are scared. You are scared of losing control. It's just what I thought, I can see the hesitation in your eyes because you fear letting me have my way would leave you on my mercy.

And all that, what you are doing right now, all this banter and playing tough, that's just you trying to control the situation again."

She heard his breath quicken and felt the tension in his body rising as she spoke. "Then again, from what I can feel poking me down there, you might be at a risk of a civil war here. What's it gonna be, your brain or your dick? Which one has more control? Matter of fact, never mind, I'll decide.

You love it when I do, like back at the gym or at the bar but you can't take the final step and let me do it properly. Well, it's time to make that decision for you."

Zafron on the otherhand had no idea what she was talking about. The system messages flooding his screen about their compatibility percentage was what bothered him the most above everything else. For some reason, he thought he had met the freakiest girl in Cassandra however, Sakura appeared to be just a little bit...maybe slightly more, crazy than the Beaumont heir.

[Target Scan complete]

[Name : Sakura Hiroshima]

[Marital status : Single]

[Compatibility percentage: ...]

'Her compatibility ratio is no longer reading anymore. What in the hell?!!'

She pulled his wrists apart and slid his forearms under his back, then spun around, placing his head between her knees. He tried to come up with another witty remark but got distracted as he saw her slide her legs forward, squeezing his chest and arms so that he could hardly move at all. He might have thought it was just another way to keep him in place until he realized what was happening.

This was something he didn't expect her to do. Having her hover her hips just over his face, letting him see her pussy soaked in wet juices before she lowered it enough to reach it with his lips was not what he'd consider as fine dining but ...fuck it!.

She didn't lie, her juices were dripping down the insides of her thick thighs and he could smell her burning with need. The view was magnificent, even better than ever before, every single curve he pictured she had since the first day he set eyes on her was there, only bigger and more pronounced.

Which also meant, stronger and heavier. And it was slowly getting closer.

"Sakura, wait!" He was trying to free himself before, but it was just play-fighting. Now that he tried for real, he discovered it didn't make any difference. He'd have to go all out but the pervert side trumped his survival instincts by a landslide. Now all he could do was watch and pray..

"Okay, please, wait, I'm sorry."

"Oh, I know you are, but thank you for being honest. With yourself." She praised sweetly, enjoying his struggle.

"No, I'm serious!"

She stopped just as her honeypot made contact with the tip of his nose.

"And I was also serious when I told you not to speak without permission. Let me help you appreciate the air you are wasting on talking." Without giving him time to protest she sat down, burying his head under her ass.

She let out a long purr, feeling him trying to break free. Some hidden, primal part of her brain that lay dormant for so long suddenly woke up and made itself known with full force, and for the first time, she could truly feel what it was like to toy with one's prey.

She kept still, letting him struggle, waiting for the right moment. He wasn't licking, wasn't kissing, wasn't worshiping her like he should. Not yet. First, she had to take the fight out of him, to put him in his place. So she placed her hands on his chest and waited.

She knew him better than he did. It was a hidden skill she possessed due to her powers, she could tell when he was close to losing consciousness.

And what amused her was that she was using a skill perfected over thousands of years of evolution towards making cats more lethal hunters to choke Zafron with her ass. Her ancestors surely would be proud.

His struggling was getting weaker, but more frantic.

Until she saw him cross his ankles.

She rolled her eyes, letting out a long sigh, and lifted her hips, immediately hearing a greedy gasp for air.

"I was wondering if you even remembered this one." She stated, looking down at him. Despite being all red, he looked cute with his face drenched in her juices. ."You trying to say it while my pussy is all over your face is such a turn on,"

"You almost suffocated me!" He accused her after another few deep breaths.

"No, it wasn't even close."

"I know when I am suffocating, okay?"

"That's the thing, you think you know, but you don't." Sakura leaned forward, keeping her knees in place, and started taking off Zafron's shorts. "Maybe I am demanding too much from you, expecting you to reach your limit on the first try." Next, she hooked her thumbs under his boxers.

"Let's see if finding a middle ground is possible here, " she pulled them off, freeing his rigid manhood, "since you are so hard and ready for me."